The other day I received an email with the subject header “I care for you a lot, Justine.”
Well, isn’t that special.
The email conjures up thoughts of mystery and intrigue, secret admirers and cryptic messages. Except for the fact that it’s just a scam.
It was reportedly sent by Ahmad Bashayreh from a Hotmail address. The body of the email says this:
“I hope you get this Justine. Hate to cut to the chase, was going by the plaza and maybe saw you. If you’re not busy would you make my day and check this out u can check it out here.”
It then gives a Web site address (that has my name in it) and is signed “Luv, you know who.”
While it nice to know I am loved, I don’t think I’ll be clicking on that link. Obviously Ahmad has some kind of agenda of which I am unaware, but I am pretty sure it involves some kind of phishing expedition.
I know this because there is no plaza anywhere near where I live or work. So, whether he’s cutting to the chase or not, he couldn’t have seen me by the plaza. I really haven’t been anywhere for the last few days that even resembles a plaza.
I’ve been at home, I’ve been in the newsroom, I’ve been at the hospital and at the grocery store, and the gas station, but haven’t been near a plaza.
So I did a quick Google search, and found a doctor by the name Ahmad Bashayreh, who is part of the Jordanian Society of Otorhinolaryngology and head and nick surgery, according to a link on the Internet. Yes, it actually says “nick” surgery. I normally would click on the link out of curiosity, but right below the link is another that states “This site may harm your computer.”
The link itself includes the words “fetch member.” All together, clicking didn’t seem like a wise thing to do.
The problem is I’m really curious. I know clicking is a bad idea, but I really, really want to click on the link with my name in it. But I will resist temptation.
Now, regarding the last line of the email, I have a few thoughts.
“Luv, you know who.”
In the first place, I don’t know a single person who would sign an email to me that way. My husband tends to sign his notes and emails “Me” and my kids generally just sign their names or their birth order or some smarty pants name like “The favorite” or “The best looking kid you have.” One would think that would result in confusion, but strangely enough, it never has.
I can’t think of a single man in my life that would use the word “luv.” And the one female in my life who might use that word has not referred to me as Justine since she was a cranky 13-year-old who insisted she was not going to call me mother anymore because she hated me. (I’m pretty sure she got over it quickly since she refers to me these days as Mama unless she is ticked, then I’m Mom.)
So the identity of Ahmad Bashayreh will remain a mystery. I haven’t visited any ear, nose and throat doctors lately, and have no need for “nick” surgery. Especially in Jordan.
Still it is nice to know that some mysterious stranger cares for me a lot. I am loved.